You act differently when you're around me
My eyes are spy's
and the crowd, they laugh so loudly
at our misfortunes
in grand operettas
because it's more entertaining that way
they sway to our song and sound
of tarnished gold and the world moving
When they come to our play
we'll have some rum beforehand
and say "All the tarnished gold in this town
cannot be held by one man alone!"
And because we know
our tears become the drool in their beaks
our pain their pleasure
and floor boards squeak
and the floor boards...
are you listening?